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I was just feeling fancy

As I left the house in my usual haze, I grabbed the closest hoodie to the front door (American Apparel Salt n Pepper Zip) and my favourite (lightweight) jean jacket. I threw the jacket under my ark as I fumbled with my keys at the front door while simultaneously reaching back to hit the elevator call button. I could hear the cables going, and while I normally can’t stand to ride down with anyone, I couldn’t afford to be late (again!) today.

I got in and was greeted by one of the contractors. I already had my sunglasses on, the small talk was limited by the lack of awkward eye contact. I threw my Lacoste tote down as I wriggled into my coat in the amount of time it took to go down seven floors.

The contractor interrupted hesitantly, ‘You know, it’s not really that cold out, right?’ I replied, a litte sheepishly, ‘Oh, I know, I just, um, really like this jacket’.

And, you know, I’m a little bit vain, and never dress for the weather. I wear what I want, ok?!

*This post was originally written in haste, and then promptly eating by the wordpress iPhone app, which doesn’t really seem to grasp the concept of saving a post as a draft.


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